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Brian Koppelman

I'm co-creator/Executive producer of Showtime's Billions. Some of the films I've either written/produced/directed are Solitary Man, Rounders, Ocean's Thirteen, Knockaround Guys, Runaway Jury, The Girlfriend Experience & the 30/30 Documentary on Jimmy Connors. I'm also the host of the podcast The Moment. iTunes.com/TheMoment
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This reminds me of when I was backpacking in Central America. I JUST entered a dormitory in Puerto escundido, Mexico. It was six or seven am, so i tried my best not to wake up the sleepers. However, one aussie guy woke up, asking me where I’m from.

Me: israel
Him: how come you’re not wearing black, with atop hat and a beard?
Me: you’re kiddin, right? You know we’re not all like that?
Him: I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to be
Me: …

I never quite had that experience, though my best friend growing up was Italian Roman Catholic and I spent a lot of time with his family. Curiously, my mom’s best friend growing up was also Italian Roman Catholic. Our folkways just match up so well: maternal guilt, lots of food, loving expressed as yelling, etc.

Hilarious and horrifyingly embarrassing moment. My brother had a similar one: we had a house fire on Christmas Eve as everyone was preparing to come home from shopping or playing at friends’ houses .The whole block was staring at the fireman do their thing. My Mom did a quick head count ( five kids, one missing) as she approached the house and yelled out ” Find PETER, he’s the weird one. He always plays or sleeps in the closet!” She was anguished. Peter waved and popped his head out, mortified. ” I’m here,Ma!”

The crowd laughed, he crawled into a hole. She wept with relief. The firemen put out the fire and their was minimal damage. Except to Peter’s reputation and image.